Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 084: He
Title: Dream
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji and …it’s a secret!
Prompt: 84. He
Word Count: 688
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Shinji dreams, and dreams can be very…stimulating.
Author's Notes: Shinji is 16.
There is no redeeming value to this, except as a lesson: I should not be allowed to write after midnight! And full “blame” rests on the shoulders of angel_katchan for keeping me pervy, and asongforcrows…just because ;)
Main table can be found here
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shinji shot up in his bed, chest heaving, eyes wide, panting for breath.
He had it again. That dream…that one that had been haunting him for weeks, almost months now. Shinji could go days without having it, but then, suddenly, out of nowhere, it would come back, leaving Shinji a panting, shaking wreck, cursing the very existence of hormones, his hormones especially.
The Dream-Shinji had started capitalizing it in his head, it had that much power-always started out the same. Practice coming to an end, the team staggering into the clubhouse, exhausted and sore from a hard workout, but sore in the good way. And somewhere along the line, the rest of the team vanished, leaving just Shinji…and Him.
It varied from that point.
Sometimes they would be in the showers, steam blurring their vision, all hands and mouths, slick skin against skin, until Shinji was pressed against the tile, lifted up, his legs locking around His waist….
Other times, it would be in the changing room, fleeting glimpses as shirts were pulled on, fabric swinging to cover and reveal flesh, and…. Sometimes it was Shinji that pounced first, sometimes it was Him, but always, always, they ended up on the floor, tangled together, moaning….
Shinji flushed as he realized that he had woken before his own climax could occur, and his thinking about it was making his desire that much more insistent. Giving into the urge for once, Shinji laid back, slid a hand into his boxers, and allowed himself to reflect back on the dream he had woken from.
It was in the changing room. Shinji had been watching Him, cautiously, sneakily, and he had lost his control when he watched His towel drop, and saw His erection, hard and proud….
In the Dream, Shinji had dropped to his knees, drawn to that arousal, tongue hesitantly tracing the head before his lips parted, wrapping around His tip, sucking carefully, delicately, looking up to meet His eyes to gauge the reaction he was getting.
He was rewarded with a heated look, a groan, and a whispered command: “Keep going….”
Shinji was helpless, obeying the command without a thought, taking Him deeper, using tongue and lips to make Him pant and moan, using his hands to make Him shiver and shake, managing to take him to the base and sucking, hard, fast, listing to Him come undone, Shinji’s name falling from His lips, soft cries and pleas….
And then He pulled out of Shinji’s mouth, went to His knees before Shinji, and pulled him in, kissing, devouring Shinji’s mouth, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, moans and sighs escaping from parted lips as Shinji was pressed to the floor, His lips moving lower, over Shinji’s neck, down his chest, stopping to torment his nipples, hands ghosting down Shinji’s sides to push his own towel away, wrapping around Shinji’s hard erection, a whisper in his ear: “Let me have you, Shinji.”
There was never any argument or doubt in Shinji’s mind. There was pressure and stretching, and a sense of completeness that had Shinji crying out His name, legs wrapped around His hips, arching up into the thrusts, begging, pleading for more, for release, for it to never end….
And His voice in Shinji’s ear, speaking words of love and desire, of want and need as His hands roamed Shinji’s body, as His lips branded Shinji’s neck with His mark, stroking over him, finding every one of Shinji’s sensitive spots, making Shinji pant and writhe and moan, head thrown back and gasping, feeling Him strike that spot inside him again and again, His hand wrapped around his aching hardness, flying higher, harder, faster until….
“Kippei!”
The name emerged from Shinji’s parted lips, a whispered moan as he spilled his climax over his hand and chest, body trembling, feeling both satiated and empty, because as Shinji came down, he was forced to remember.
It was a Dream. Tachibana Kippei would never desire him like that, never own him like that. As much as Shinji wished otherwise, it was a Dream. One that he could never reveal.
Ever.
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji and …it’s a secret!
Prompt: 84. He
Word Count: 688
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Shinji dreams, and dreams can be very…stimulating.
Author's Notes: Shinji is 16.
There is no redeeming value to this, except as a lesson: I should not be allowed to write after midnight! And full “blame” rests on the shoulders of angel_katchan for keeping me pervy, and asongforcrows…just because ;)
Main table can be found here
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shinji shot up in his bed, chest heaving, eyes wide, panting for breath.
He had it again. That dream…that one that had been haunting him for weeks, almost months now. Shinji could go days without having it, but then, suddenly, out of nowhere, it would come back, leaving Shinji a panting, shaking wreck, cursing the very existence of hormones, his hormones especially.
The Dream-Shinji had started capitalizing it in his head, it had that much power-always started out the same. Practice coming to an end, the team staggering into the clubhouse, exhausted and sore from a hard workout, but sore in the good way. And somewhere along the line, the rest of the team vanished, leaving just Shinji…and Him.
It varied from that point.
Sometimes they would be in the showers, steam blurring their vision, all hands and mouths, slick skin against skin, until Shinji was pressed against the tile, lifted up, his legs locking around His waist….
Other times, it would be in the changing room, fleeting glimpses as shirts were pulled on, fabric swinging to cover and reveal flesh, and…. Sometimes it was Shinji that pounced first, sometimes it was Him, but always, always, they ended up on the floor, tangled together, moaning….
Shinji flushed as he realized that he had woken before his own climax could occur, and his thinking about it was making his desire that much more insistent. Giving into the urge for once, Shinji laid back, slid a hand into his boxers, and allowed himself to reflect back on the dream he had woken from.
It was in the changing room. Shinji had been watching Him, cautiously, sneakily, and he had lost his control when he watched His towel drop, and saw His erection, hard and proud….
In the Dream, Shinji had dropped to his knees, drawn to that arousal, tongue hesitantly tracing the head before his lips parted, wrapping around His tip, sucking carefully, delicately, looking up to meet His eyes to gauge the reaction he was getting.
He was rewarded with a heated look, a groan, and a whispered command: “Keep going….”
Shinji was helpless, obeying the command without a thought, taking Him deeper, using tongue and lips to make Him pant and moan, using his hands to make Him shiver and shake, managing to take him to the base and sucking, hard, fast, listing to Him come undone, Shinji’s name falling from His lips, soft cries and pleas….
And then He pulled out of Shinji’s mouth, went to His knees before Shinji, and pulled him in, kissing, devouring Shinji’s mouth, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, moans and sighs escaping from parted lips as Shinji was pressed to the floor, His lips moving lower, over Shinji’s neck, down his chest, stopping to torment his nipples, hands ghosting down Shinji’s sides to push his own towel away, wrapping around Shinji’s hard erection, a whisper in his ear: “Let me have you, Shinji.”
There was never any argument or doubt in Shinji’s mind. There was pressure and stretching, and a sense of completeness that had Shinji crying out His name, legs wrapped around His hips, arching up into the thrusts, begging, pleading for more, for release, for it to never end….
And His voice in Shinji’s ear, speaking words of love and desire, of want and need as His hands roamed Shinji’s body, as His lips branded Shinji’s neck with His mark, stroking over him, finding every one of Shinji’s sensitive spots, making Shinji pant and writhe and moan, head thrown back and gasping, feeling Him strike that spot inside him again and again, His hand wrapped around his aching hardness, flying higher, harder, faster until….
“Kippei!”
The name emerged from Shinji’s parted lips, a whispered moan as he spilled his climax over his hand and chest, body trembling, feeling both satiated and empty, because as Shinji came down, he was forced to remember.
It was a Dream. Tachibana Kippei would never desire him like that, never own him like that. As much as Shinji wished otherwise, it was a Dream. One that he could never reveal.
Ever.
--The End--